Two people sat on the burnted, ruined ground of what once was their home. They were both covered in blood. One was too late. He held his loved one in his arms, weeping quietly. No sound at all was to be heard as he stared down at his love. If only he made it in time, if only this never happened. He remembers all the memories they had together. The laughter, the happiness, the love. Now it was gone. He would never see his love smile or hear their laughter. He looked down at his bloodied sword and picks it up, smiling down at his loved one for the last time.
"Till we meet again, my love"
He then slices his neck open.

Somewhere they shall meet once again and fall in love. But they shall also die again.

They were fated to die